Shadow Slave

Close to the evening, with the sun tiredly descending toward the horizon, a strange creature walked out of the colorless remains of the labyrinth. If "walking" was even the right word.

Dragging its legs in the sand, the creature somehow floated forward without moving them. It looked like a carapace centurion, or at least a close approximation of one.

All the necessary parts were in place. The creature had a black carapace with a menacing crimson pattern on it, a humanoid torso, eight segmented legs and two arms ending with formidable bone scythes. However, all these parts looked mismatched and strange, as though put together by some clumsy sculptor.

Additionally, the centurion moved as if it was seriously drunk.

The carapace was careening to one side, sometimes scraping against the sand. The torso was swinging back and forth for no apparent reason. The scythes were awkwardly lodged behind the creature's back, crossed against each other at a strange angle.

At some point, one of them simply dropped to the ground. The centurion stopped and hesitated for a few seconds, as though unsure what to do. Then it left its scythe arm behind and continued on its way as if nothing had happened.

A perceptive observer would have noticed that the creature seemed to possess two shadows. The first shadow was as one would expect, its shape identical to the creature itself. The second one resembled a human. It briefly showed itself from beneath the larger shadow when the centurion abandoned the runaway limb.

The human shadow then proceeded to facepalm and shake its head in utter contempt.

The whole situation was nothing short of being completely bizarre. But, for better or worse, there was nobody around to notice the weird creature.

Unobstructed, it traversed the wasteland, moving in the direction of the Ashen Barrow. Soon, it was almost at the footstep of the tall hill.

The sunset was approaching.

***

The strange centurion plopped on the ground at the base of the Ashen Barrow and stopped moving completely. Awkward and lopsided, it looked like a parody of the other monster of its kind who had kneeled gracefully at the same spot a few days prior.

without a tribute. There was no transcendent soul shard in sight. Added to the

Perhaps… it was suicidal.

the ashen sand. His shining armor glistened, reflecting the light of the setting sun. Encased in bright metal, with

dark scarlet embers ignited in the depths of the demon's eyes. Shifting his terrifying scythes, the

centurion did not even flinch. In fact,

be a trap. The labyrinth was full of unimaginable dangers. Rashly approaching an unknown foe

least that was what

However, they were wrong.

the centurion's torso in half. The adamantine chitin was cut apart as though it was made of butter. The upper half of the monster's torso flew off, revealing… only emptiness

side of the Ashen Barrow, Sunny, who was running up the slope with all his might,

That was too soon!

they would have more time. Who knew that the Carapace Demon would turn out to be

Cassie riding piggyback on his back, Sunny gritted

was time to switch

weird centurion's carapace came apart, setting the Echo that had been hiding underneath it free. Pushing the pieces of chitin away with its powerful pincers, the scavenger

first part of Sunny's plan was rather simple. They were going to use the remains of a dead carapace centurion

to circle the hill and hide themselves under the grey sand in advance, then run up the slope and to the

Sunny would dismiss the Echo, thus finishing the first stage of the plan. He never intended for the scavenger

up the timing of the whole thing. The decoy was

the Echo to attack, hoping that it could stall the giant monster. That way, of course, Sunny

there was

the Echo tried to hide itself beneath the Carapace Demon's massive body. It was doing the same thing that Nephis had done when fighting the first carapace

participant of the fight was clad in a sturdy carapace, as opposed to a squishy human girl who had no protection. Even if the

the demon understood it